Kära höst

Och så har oktober snart nått sitt slut. Vad tusan hände med sommaren? Det känns som om det vore igår jag  spenderade mina nätter ute i den varma sommarluften med mina nakna, bleka ben, en kär vän och en cigarett mellan fingrarna. Nu är mina ben ännu mer bleka och mina fingrar för stela av köld för att hålla i nån cigarett. Jag vill bara gå i ide! Jag är ju trots allt en björn, enligt en vän. För på somrarna hittar man mig bland alla bärbuskar och fruktträd.

Trots kylan så älskar jag hösten. Alla vackra färger som värmer mitt hjärta, ljus som gör alla bilder urtjusiga. Men bland höstlöven gömmer sig ångesten stark och klarvaken. Kanske ligger en liten glasskärva från mitt trasiga hjärta i en lövhög någonstans. För nästan exakt 1 år sen så var alla glasskärvor utspridda överallt, men nu har jag nästan funnit dem alla. Det kanske är så att de sista glasskärvorna för alltid kommer vara spårlöst försvunna? 

Höst betyder också tända ljus, té och böcker. Jag köper stora ljus som doftar törnros, dricker ofantligt mycket té och fyndar på second hand butiker. Häromdagen köpte jag t.ex. en kinesisk notbok och en X-MEN serietidning.

Gambit, du låter hemsk på svenska.

L'amant

Hudens lenhet är överväldigande. Kroppen. Kroppen är mager, utan styrka, utan muskler, han kunde ha varit sjuk, vara konvalescent, han är hårlös, utan annan manlighet än könets, han är mycket svag, han är som utlämnad åt en kränkning, tålmodig. Hon ser honom inte i ansiktet. Hon ser inte på honom. Hon rör vid honom. Hon rör vid könets mjukhet, hudens, hon smeker den gyllene färgen, detta okända nya. Han gnyr, han gråter. Han är i en erbarmlig kärlek.

- Ur "Älskaren" av Marguerite Duras

Saturday

Oliver Twist, tea and YELLOW FRIED CHICKENz

INORAN

At the moment INORAN (ex LUNA SEA) is having an European tour called Seven Samurais. The tour began at the end of last month and its first destination happened to be Stockholm. I'd never really heard INORAN's songs before, or even knew who he was. The reason I went to his live was because of the bassist U:ZO. A hilarious guy and an INCREDIBLE bassist! He used to be the bassist of GACKT's band YELLOW FRIED CHICKENz, before they "split up".
U:ZO is like a manly version of me. End of story.

And speaking of which, here's a funny thing that happened before the gig:

"As we waited in the absolute heat I suddenly saw someone on the balcony a few meters away, I pinched Liza’s arm and tried not to squeal too loudly “…U:ZO..!!” He was wandering around the place totally relaxed, taking pictures of the fans below. Liza waved at him and he waved back and smirked at her to then disappear. I think we both died."

- From my friend's blog

The gig itself was actually great (not including some problems with the microphone and speakers)! INORAN had a good voice and the other members played great! And U:ZO... He is a magician with a magical bass.

Since I am so lazy, I won't be writing a proper live report. But if you're interested you can read about it all on my friend Zände's blog HERE.

ROCKZTARZ! LOL

AOKIGAHARA - Suicide forest

One of the places I must visit before I die.

Aokigahara (青木ヶ原) is a forest that lies at the northwest base of Mount Fuji in Japan. There are over 100 dead bodies found in Aokigahara every year. The forest is a popular place where most suicides, after the Golden Gate Bridge, take place. You can wander around and suddenly come across rotten bodies, guns, razor blades, suicide letters nailed on trees. A sign at the forests entry tries to hold people back,”mind your children, mind your parents,talk about your pain”,a phone number of a suicide hotline under it. Even children were found dead in the Forest. Old cars are standing in front of the forest, broken bicycles. There are tents with dead bodies, arms, legs, even eyes in them lying around.

This popularity is often attributed to the 1960 novel Nami no Tō  by Seichō Matsumoto, which ends with two lovers committing suicide in the forest. However, the history of suicide in Aokigahara dates from before the novel’s publication, and the place has long been associated with death: ubasute was practiced there into the 19th century, and the forest is reputedly haunted by the ghosts of those left to die.

Since the 1950s, more than 500 people have lost their lives in the forest, mostly suicides.  The high rate of suicide has led officials to place signs in the forest, in Japanese and English, urging those who have gone there in order to commit suicide to seek help and not kill themselves. The annual body search, consisting of a small army of police, volunteers and attendant journalists, began in 1970.

Sources: Wikipedia and  http://cogitz.wordpress.com/2010/03/05/aokigahara-the-sad-sea-of-trees/